It's a trap!

He hadn’t expected the point of Poem’s shoulder to be driven into his chest, and the force of it stunned him enough that Poem quickly took the upper hand. She managed to push him over and hold the side of his head painfully. He squirmed beneath her as he tried to catch his breath. Thankfully his release was just as fast as she backed away to stand beside Motif. Noir stared daggers at the pair of them. ”Go on, show’s over.” Noir growled deeply, knowing he had been best this time.

It wasn’t over though, not in the slightest. Poem would get what was coming to her, and Motif too. Especially after covering him with the stink bugs. He bared his teeth, but found his paws drawing him away in retreat. Dark hackles remained up as he started to run from them.

Tears stung his eyes as the humiliation of defeat settled over him. He was also hot with fury and he didn’t know how to release it. He raced forward blindly, angry tears stinging his fur as he went.

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